Juliette Portland had all of those things. Her purpose was
simple: Seduce. Deceive. Kill. Avenge. Once Dornan Ross and his sons were dead,
her future was supposed to be clear. Her life was finally going to begin. And love... Against all the odds, she had the
love of a boy she never thought she'd see again.

Everything should have gone according to plan. Everything should
have been easy once Dornan was dead and buried.

Of course, life has a way of fucking with even the most
meticulous of plans, and calling in owed debts can have the most severe
consequences. Thanks to Juliette's diabolical retribution, the Il Sangue Cartel
has lost it’s Kingpin, but not for long. There’s always someone in the wings,
ready to step onstage and seize power. The Gypsy Brothers Motorcycle Club might
be reeling from the deaths of their President and his six patch-wearing sons,
but they’ve come back swinging.

Two deadly enemies, hundreds of bloodthirsty members, both sides
eager to punish those that would try to topple them.

Two survivors, a man and a woman, forced to flee in the night.

For Juliette, vengeance is a hollow victory.

It never, ever ends.

The flames of incomplete vengeance are licking at her heels, and
it’s only a matter of time before the Il Sangue cartel and the Gypsy Brothers
catch her in their grip and crush her.

This trailer was shot on
location in Venice Beach by Red14 Films, exclusively for Lili!

**Please choose as many (or as few) excerpts as you
prefer**

EXCERPT
ONE

I think about revenge a lot. When
I’m thinking of the way the light dimmed in Dornan’s dying eyes and the way he
said you killed my sons. How
beautiful it was, and how hollow.

EXCERPT
TWO

I don’t even stop to see what kind of furniture the room
consists of. I throw Juliette on the floor and pounce on her like I’m a lion
and she’s my catch.

My dick’s inside her within three
seconds of the door closing, even though its dark in here, the only light from
a couple of candles throwing off weak light. It could be the middle of the day
and I wouldn’t have a clue, because all I can see is Juliette Portland
underneath me, her legs spread and her pussy full of me. I put my hands around
her neck. I want to squeeze. I want to choke her so fucking badly. Goddamn it! I stop grinding my cock into
her. I just stop.

“I don’t want to hurt you,” I whisper in the dark. “Julz,
the things I used to do in this place—I used to hurt people and get off on it.
I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”

She reaches up and grabs hold of my face; I can just make
out her eyes, her pupils almost swallowing any trace of green.

“Jase,” she breathes, “What if I want you to hurt me?”

EXCERPT
THREE

“When you blank out. When you go away. You’re with him,
aren’t you?”

I take a step back. I feel like I’ve been punched. I don’t
respond. I don’t even say, who do you
mean, because we both know who we’re talking about here.

“Hey,” Jase snaps. “I want you to answer me.”

I can’t breathe. It’s like Dornan’s in the room. I feel his
warm breath on my neck, the way he always tasted the same in my mouth. Like
salt and cigarettes.

“Answer me,” Jase growls.

I break. “What?” I hiss. “What do you want from me? Do you
want me to lie? I was supposed to kill him, and that was meant to be the end of
it.”

Jase looks like he’s about to hit another wall. Or me.

“He’s dead,” he spits, “He’s dead, but you’re the one who’s gone. I need you to come back. I need you to
come back to me.”

“I don’t know how!” I yell.

“You’re not trying!” he explodes. “You just sit here, in
your dark little universe, thinking about him! Did you think about him while I
was fucking you last night? Huh?”

EXCERPT
FOUR

They say the apple never falls far from the tree, and I’d
say this apple never fucking fell, period.
I’m the shiny apple that might’ve looked the best on the surface—different to
the rest of them, full of promise that there was another way—but they broke me.
They made me worse than any of them could ever be.

I hurt people. I hurt women.

I killed people.

And that’s not even the worst of it.

The first man I ever killed was John Portland, and I cried
as I pulled the trigger. Yeah, I was a stupid kid and he begged me to do it,
and yeah, it was a mercy killing, but it doesn’t matter. Point is, his life was
the first one I took—I killed Juliette’s
father, for Christ’s sake—and after I ended his life with a single bullet,
delivered in the dark in a dirty basement, I didn’t stop.

I couldn’t stop.

The last person I killed was Donny, my last surviving
brother, and that was eight months ago. I ripped his fucking eyeball out before
I butchered him, and the one single thing that stopped me from dismembering him
was knowing that Juliette was watching me. Her screams broke through my haze of
red, as I took Donny’s own knife and sunk it into his flesh, again and again,
so deep it hit bone more than once. I severed the tendons that made his arms
work, so he was putty underneath me. I straddled my own brother and thrust upon
him the vengeful punishment that they all deserved. For Julz. For my mother.
For everything.

I killed him, and I haven’t killed since.

I’m hungry. My palms are itching. It’s torture.

I don’t know how long I’m going to last before I have to
draw blood again.

About the Author:

Lili
writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven
Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be
released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and
so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her
gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and
spending hours on Pinterest.